Today has been a tough day. I was at another dance workshop and the instructor hated me. She picked on me for every thing. I mean not to brag, but I know I am a good dancer, I wouldn't have become a backup dancer if I was shit would I? Anyway I was trying my hardest to execute a move and accidentaly turned the wrong way and tripped over my own feet causing me to fall on my side which has managed to bring up some purple bruising on my ribs. The instructor sent me home straight away. I winced as I tried rubbing herbal relief cream into the bruised areas which just made the burning sensation feel even worse. I looked over at the clock and it read 12:05 am.
"Fuck it" I say as I decide to get ready to go to one of the underground clubs. I deserve a night of partying after the past two days. I straighten my hair and add eyeliner and lipgloss to my face before slipping into a skintight baby pink mini dress with black strappy sandals on my feet. I head out the door and catch the train to the other side of Seoul, preparing myself for the night ahead of me.
1:13am. The club is packed with people. Many young people surround me, grinding and dancing to the artist playing on the large stage as I make my way over to the bar.
"Vodka please" I say as I smile at the young and very attractive waiter. He nods and within seconds I have a Vodka Bottle and a shot glass in front of me.
"It's on the house" he winks as he moves on to attend to the other gathered at the bar.
I sit there taking shots for what feels like hours when I move my eyes to the other side of the bar. Sitting there is none other than Kim Namjoon - the cause of all my worries. I look away before he sees me looking but I wasn't fast enough, because now his eyes are piercing as though they are burning a hole straight through me. I look away and turn around gripping the vodka bottle in my hand.
"Nope, not today Namjoon, not today. Today is MY day" I say to myself.
I strut over to the dance floor and start swaying my hips and running my fingers through my hair as I enjoy the song that's playing. Only an hour has passed but the vodka bottle is already empty. I suddenly feel a wave of nausea wash over me and a run to the side door of the club entering the alleyway, vomitting on the side of the darkly lit concrete. I wipe my mouth as I feel dizzy from lifting my head back up to fast. It causes me to loose my balance, as I hit the side of the alley way on my already bruised ribs.
"Ergh" I groan as I cry out in pain. I cuss as I walk down to the other side of the alleyway trying to make out which way home is. I hear footsteps trailing slowly behind me and think nothing of it at first. But as the footsteps become closer and closer I turn around to see a couple of hooded men following me. I start to walk faster but the pace causes my side to seize up and I cry out in pain again. The men are now caught up to me and one of them has grabbed my shoulder.
"Hunny are you okay?" One of them says in a not very empathetic way at all. I try to continue on walking but one of them blocks my way with their arm.
"Sweetheart we're just trying to help.." The other says as he presses his front against my back.
"Get off" I say as it try to push the two of them away. Suddenly they've slammed me against the side of the alleyway causing me to loose my breath as they try to grope me. I manage to slap one of them to which he reacts to by colliding his fist with my cheekbone. As soon as I was hit I slump on the ground, into the damp and dirty ground. All of sudden the men are yelling as another person has appeared pulling them away from me. The person chucks the two of them to the ground and starts kicking the two of them until they manage to get up and run back into the club. I'm crying on the ground as a warm hand cups my chin and points it upwards.
I'm staring into the eyes of Namjoon.
